IANTO
"I don't believe you," Ianto said with a shit-eating grin. James? Have a use for the head that wasn't in his pants? Absurd. As the snake began his theatrics, Ianto busied himself in chopping vegetables, frying the diced up meat and boiling a pot of water. "If I was going to insult you I'd be a lot worse than that," he told the other man, reaching up to pat him on the cheek. "You're talking a lot and saying very little," he advised him, as if to tell him to get to his goodest intentions already.
Arching a coppery brow at the inevitable news that his little sunset watching session in Torchline had been observed, Ianto had to wonder just how many tabs James was trying to keep on him. "Given that I am still here, in the Greatwood, in the middle of Deepfrost, doesn't that answer your question?"
Arching a coppery brow at the inevitable news that his little sunset watching session in Torchline had been observed, Ianto had to wonder just how many tabs James was trying to keep on him. "Given that I am still here, in the Greatwood, in the middle of Deepfrost, doesn't that answer your question?"
where are your gods now
